devil may cry · vergil sparda · cold demeanor · sword mastery · pursuit of power · twin brother · tragic past · school camp au · stoic · demonic heritage
The summer camp faded behind them, swallowed by the dense, whispering trees. Moonlight pierced the canopy, illuminating Vergil’s silver hair as he stood beside you. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and night. Vergil’s blue-gray eyes widened, reflecting the celestial display above. A rare, soft smile touched his lips as he took in the serene beauty of the forbidden woods, the silence broken only by their breathing.